(Spoiler alert! If you haven't been watching the current or last season (2010 and '11) of True Blood then you will see a couple of spoilers in this chapter. Thanks for reading!)

Chapter 4

Please Don't Eat That!

Eric was usually the type of vampire to be quiet, calm, and decisive. Tonight, however, he was hunting. Fairy hunting.

Sookie may not have known what she was, but Bill and Eric did. Bill, who had originally set out to procure Sookie for the queen, was now falling in love with the little light source. How touching. And how wonderful it must be to drink only a bit of her blood and be able to walk into the light.

Eric wanted some.

So here he was, storming through the woods at two o'clock in the morning in search of said telepath, his eyes ablaze with hunger. He hadn't fed in hours, his taste buds locked on all things fairy. Bill had warned him to stay away but Sookie was too beautiful, too enticing. He couldn't resist.

Finally Eric spotted the little house he'd been searching for. There were no lights on inside but the car was parked in the drive, sign that Sookie was snuggled up in bed asleep.

He climbed the stairs, fangs dropping as soon as he'd smelled her. That orchid perfume was intoxicating. He had to get closer.

Suddenly a hand clasped around his upper arm. Eric spun, sneering at the shorter man behind him, "What?"

"I told you to stay away," Bill glared.

Eric rolled his eyes and ran his tongue over his fangs, "I'm hungry and I can smell her from Fangtasia."

"No you can't," Bill scoffed, his own fangs clicking down.

"What is the harm in just a drink? Just once. I'd never touch her again," Eric knew he was lying but he had to try. Bill might just be stupid enough to go for it.

"You know that isn't true. As soon as you feed from her you will lose control. You'll drain her. I will not allow it," Bill shook his head firmly.

Eric folded his arms over his chest in defiance, "You don't own her. She has the right to make her own decisions."

"Oh, and you honestly think she's going to just allow you to waltz in and drink her blood? She doesn't even know what she is, Eric. She despises you as well. You have an ice cube's chance in hell," Bill and Eric both turned their heads at the sound of a door opening.

"What am I, Bill?" Sookie stepped outside in her nightgown, eyes watering. "What are you talking about?"

Bill scowled at Eric and swept past him, pulling Sookie into the house. He slammed the door in Eric's face.

Eric, who was now irritable, zoomed off to hunt while the lovebirds cooed. He wanted to vomit.

"Sookie, you must understand that I haven't told you anything because I am trying to protect you. Once you know what you are... You will be in danger. You're already in danger. This is why I didn't want you to go to the hospital," Bill began, trying to save his own skin before he revealed the truth to Sookie.

She nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks, "Just stop the bull crap. What am I, Bill?"

He took an unecessary breath before lowering his eyes to their clasped hands, "You are a fairy."

Sookie stopped crying immediately, arched a brow, and let out a nervous laugh, "I'm a what?"

"You're a fairy, Sookie."

She frowned, "I'm a fairy? How fucking lame!"

Bill snorted with laughter before going straight-faced at the look Sookie gave him.

"It's not funny."

Bill snorted once more, unable to control himself before letting out a sigh, collecting himself, and putting on a straight-business face.

"The seriousness of this condition must be approached with maturity, Sookie. You must understand the gravity of your situation," he took her hands in his, leaning over to kiss her forehead.

"What? Tell me?" She seemed extremely curious. This curiosity could be a good thing, as far as Bill saw it.

"You are a fairy, which means that you have special properties in your blood," he started, "Vampires want your blood more than any other human; any other animal."

Sookie cocked her head to the side, "Why? What's so special about fairy blood?"

He took a deep breath, eyes falling to their clasped hands which set an overly dramatic atmosphere, "Because, Sookie, your blood can make us walk in the light."

"What? My blood is a cure? But you're still a vampire and you've had my blood," she furrowed her brow in utter confusion.

"No, it isn't a cure. The effects last only a few minutes, depending on how much one drinks," he explained.

Her hands flew up to cover either side of her neck, "Bill... I don't want to be vampire food anymore."

He shook his head, "I won't take advantage of you. I think I've made that very clear. But you must not let anyone else know of your... Power. It might be abused."

She nodded, sitting back and gradually allowing her hands to fall to her lap as she absorbed this new information.

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"And how am I supposed to do that?... Yes... I realize that but-... No... Yes... Oh, for baby Jesus' sake! I want a case of Tru Blood. Now!... I already gave you my address. Okay. Thank you," Sookie rolled her eyes and slammed the phone down on the receiver.

She'd been arguing with the same receptionist for at least an hour about why she needed Tru Blood. She tried explaining that it was for her boyfriend. When this didn't seem to sway the woman she told her that she was a vampire and she had run out.

Truth be told, Sookie didn't want to go and buy a six pack from the corner store. She knew that Bill would need some blood in the evening and she honestly didn't feel like offering up her neck tonight. What he'd told her had really shaken her up more than she let on.

Suddenly there was a hard knocking at the door. Sookie started, eyes wide. This had her jumpier than a frog. She stood and walked briskly to the front door, slinging it open.

"I'm kind of busy- Oh, Tara. Come on in," she forced a smile.

Tara followed the blond into her home and shut the door behind herself, heading for the living room.

"What you been up to, Sook?" Tara took a seat on the couch and flicked on the television.

Sookie frowned, "Not much. Just sitting around."

Tara raised a brow, "It ain't like Sookie Stackhouse to sit around all day. You usually clean something that doesn't really need the cleanin'."

Sookie smirked, "Yeah, well I don't really feel like doing much today."

Tara gave a bit of a nod and leaned back, "Sookie, I slept with Sam."

Sookie gawked, "W-what? Again?" Her eyes were wide, face twisted in disgust.

"I got drunk. Drunk as a fucking skunk. And I don't remember it happening. I woke up this mornin' stark naked next to Sam. Got outta there as fast as possible, though," she took a swig of the beer she'd brought in with her.

"Tara.. I don't know what to say," Sookie looked just as shocked as she had the first time Tara and Sam slept together. They just didn't fit, in Sookie's opinion.

"Don't worry about it. I'm fine," Tara stood and headed for the door, "I'll see you later."

Sookie went to follow her. As soon as the door slammed Sookie knew she'd messed up. Tara always listened to her vampire problems but Sookie rarely gave much help when it came to Tara's escapades.

She would have to be a better friend.

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